Absolute Great Teacher

"Don't talk about it, what does this have to do with my aunt?"

Murong Mingyue's face became colder and colder.

Fortunately, the people of Kyushu don't know the meaning of this term, otherwise Murong Mingyue and Sun Mo must be desperate, because this is already considered profanity and molesting.

"Let me make a point first. Famous paintings are not something that you can paint as you want, but are the product of a wonderful hand."

Sun Moyi is right.

What is Miao Shou Ou De?

It is to observe people and objects, or touch the scene to be sentimental. In an instant, inspiration comes to create famous paintings. Any famous painting has its own charm, and there is no craftsmanship.

To put it bluntly, it's almost the same as writing poetry. Those famous poets of the ages are chanted by talented poets. The rhetoric may not be gorgeous and beautiful, but the artistic conception is profound enough to make people appreciate it. .

Murong Mingyue did not deny that although she is a barbarian, she is proficient in the culture of the Central Plains, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song.

"Humph!"

Murong Mingyue is no longer held accountable, still a little bit self-blaming and upset.

Hey!

I am in a bad mood, why do I want to vent to other people?

Murong Mingyue stopped paying attention to Sun Mo, turned and left.

Seeing the target leave, how can this work?

I didn't pretend it, you want to leave?

I will never allow it!

"But I can make a painting above the level."

Sun Mo spoke.

"never mind!"

Murong Mingyue didn't care.

"I Gan, why don't you play cards according to the routine?"

Sun Mo was depressed and anxious, and immediately racked his brains: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Murong Mingyue still doesn't speak up.

"You angered me, shouldn't you apologize?"

Sun Mo asked.

"Have you ever finished?"

Murong Mingyue stopped and looked back at Sun Mo: "Okay, go, go to the classroom, I want to see, what can you draw!"

"Don't be so troublesome!"

When Sun Mo was talking to Murong Mingyue, he had already begun to think about countermeasures. At this time, he walked straight to a peach tree hugged by one person, pulled out a wooden knife, brushed it twice, and removed the dry bark. It was cut off, revealing the trunk inside.

Murong Mingyue's pupils shrank, what is this guy doing?

It looks like you want to paint on the peach tree?

But is this a joke?

If you want to paint a famous painting, not to mention using good rice paper and pine smoke for the ink, at least the pen, ink and paper should not be too bad, otherwise the paper will be broken because of poor quality, or the brush will be hairless, which is too annoying. .

"arrogant!"

Murong Mingyue's beautiful lips showed a hint of sarcasm, and then her face sank in the next instant, and she asked, "Are you kidding me?"

Okay, this guy didn't even use a wolf. Instead, he pulled out the wooden knife and slashed on the trunk. In this way, he looked like a painter, he was just a carpenter.

"Famous Master Murong, don't you even have this patience?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"Well, I want to see what you can make!"

Murong Mingyue is already brewing her excuses. She usually doesn't scold people, but she scolds people, like a wild dog running off the line, she can't help it.

Hmph, I will let you know how fierce the grassland women are.

Sun Mo concentrated all his attention, poured aura into the tip of the knife, and ran across the peach tree.

He didn't want to be like this either, but the tree trunk was uneven, and if he wanted to paint with a brush, small flaws would definitely appear, which Sun Mo could not bear.

So first sculpt it, leave the traces, and then use the wolf howl to dip the ink and paint it.

If Sun Mo hadn't dared to make such waves before, after all, carving was a technical job, but now, he is confident.

Because of his puppet studies, he is already a master.

This subject, the most important technique, outstanding masters are skilled craftsmen who can make puppets with extraordinary craftsmanship.

Carving various materials into the shape you want is naturally the foundation of the foundation.

Just drawing some patterns on the tree trunk, this is much simpler than making puppets, and Sun Mo also mastered several holy skills, especially the Yitian Jianjue and Liaoyuanzhe Fire Spear, which allowed him to use a wooden knife like an arm.

Murong Mingyue, who was originally angry and ready to spray, gradually frowned.

After all, she is a talented puppet master, and she can see that Sun Mo's carving technique is not amazing, but it is extremely accurate, which unavoidably amazes her.

"Is this guy still a puppet master?"

Murong Mingyue was puzzled.

You should know that when students learn puppet art, they practice their hands. They don't require the creation of puppets, but they must be absolutely accurate and can fully reproduce the teacher's work.

Every part is accurate, which is the first rule of the puppet master.

Soon, Sun Mo finished the frame, then lifted the wolf hair, dipped it with Huadao Spirit Pattern ink, and started to splash ink.

This kind of ink can increase the effect of spiritual lines by 10%.

Gradually, strange flowers appeared on the trunk.

"This is a flower field?"

Murong Mingyue asked subconsciously, not knowing why, looking at the blooming flowers, her mood improved inexplicably.

Sun Mo did not answer, because he was completely immersed in the creation.

One sunflower after another smiles towards the sun.

This is the bright autumn sun, and the clear sky has washed away the haze.

Sun Mo wondered why Murong Mingyue activated God's Insight when her temper was so bad, and then saw that her will was extremely low, and she fell to single digits.

This shocked Sun Mo, because it was a sign of suicide!

He wanted to encourage Murong Mingyue.

At the same time, I encourage myself.

Regardless of Sun Mo's current smooth flow, he has also been under great pressure. The current Zhongzhou Academy has no influence, and the only thing that can tell is himself and An Xinhui.

Therefore, Sun Mo must be three-star for one year and three chiefs. Only when he is so famous can he attract more students. It will be much easier to recruit students in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is that Sun Mo wants to prove himself.

He is also a character that refuses to admit defeat.

In this school full of discrimination against the Central Plains, Sun Mo also suffocated his breath, wanting to become the best one, which made all the barbarians admire.

Murong Mingyue pressed the corners of her mouth. Even if this painting was not a famous painting, she decided not to speak badly. At least the seriousness and devotion of others in painting should not be questioned.

"Perhaps he is really a famous painter!"

Murong Mingyue sighed, and then laughed at herself, but what does that have to do with me?

After half an hour, Sun Mo made the final stroke and then stepped back.

The painting is shaped, but there are no colorful colors, only ink, which means it is not a famous painting.

Happiness!

Murong Mingyue applauded.

"Very good work, I apologize to you."

Murong Mingyue spoke.

She really thinks this work is good.

Those flowers, although they can't be named, seem to be full of sunshine and vitality.

And in the field, the girl running towards the distance, the pursuit of freedom and dreams, is like a flame, like a round of tomorrow, so dazzling.

"I really envy her!"

Murong Mingyue sighed.

Sun Mo didn't hear these words at all. He stared at the painting, condensed his eyebrows and thought for a while, suddenly stepped forward, and moved the paintbrush again.

"No!"

Murong Mingyue rushed over subconsciously and went to pull Sun Mo's arm. In her opinion, this painting was already excellent, and there was no need to superfluous.

But it was too late.

Sun Mo swiftly writes, his movements are grand and bold, and he falls on the scroll with a few strokes.

"what!"

Murong Mingyue exclaimed and couldn't bear to look again. Sun Mo was going to ruin this excellent painting, but she couldn't look away in the next instant.

Because with a paper kite dotted in the sky, the entire painting suddenly lit up with crystal light, and then the surrounding aura began to surge, being absorbed by the painting, and gathered on it.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Ink-colored sunflowers, one by one, turned golden, dyed with the will of a good harvest. In the fields, the breeze blows, making the girl's skirt flutter.

The sunlight is warm, and the paper kite soars.

The girl had been chasing it for a long time, with sweat and pain on her face, but Murong Mingyue's gaze fell involuntarily on the corner of the girl's mouth, attracted by the fresh smile.

For some reason, looking at this sunflower field and the girl chasing the paper kite, Murong Mingyue suddenly became cheerful.

The wind that blew through the flower field seemed to have blown through her heart, taking away her fatigue and irritability, leaving a piece of tranquility.

"What is it called?"

Murong Mingyue asked. She stretched out her hand to touch the flower field, but when she was about to approach, she stopped again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and did not dare to profanity.

"What do you want it to be called?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"This is your famous painting!"

Murong Mingyue's voice has a vibrato, yes, he is right, it is a famous painting.

She didn't expect that this Sun Mo could actually do it, and it was still painted on the trunk of a peach tree.

It's really amazing.

"gave it to you."

Sun Mo smiled and looked at the painting with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, the final paper kite became the finishing touch, instantly enhancing the mood and style of the entire painting, and turning it from a superior painting into a classic painting.

Yes, the classic, the kind that can be passed down to the world.

"Give it to me?"

Murong Mingyue was taken aback.

"Yes, it was originally painted because of you!"

Sun Mo's creative mood has already withdrawn, so at this time, he started to brush his favorability and was ready to trick Murong Mingyue into going home.

"By the way, she won't be touched so much that she promises her body?"

Sun Mo looked forward a little.

After a long silence, Murong Mingyue shook his head, and then muttered: "I am not worthy." Then, he asked again, "What is it called?"

"The girl who chased the kite!"

Sun Mo is not welcome anymore and directly named him.

Murong Mingyue stood there quietly, looking at this famous painting, lost consciousness for a long time, and only uttered two words after half an hour.

"that's nice!"

Ding!

The favorability degree from Murong Mingyue +1000, respect (1208/10000).

"you flatter me!"

Sun Mo was humble, and then he saw Murong Mingyue's eyes, all red, tears falling, haha, so moved?

The fish can't escape now, right?

Beautiful!

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